This is a song about "Baby don t cut"

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Since i was killed by the don,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But that was only one time

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

See, with you, i never see it wrong

It's the don rapping at the dawn